Lucius Malfoy Novels & Stories

She was not a Lycan like their people, who could change and roam free in their animal form. “Wipe your tears, darling. I need to go back to do my work. We will figure it out together, yeah?” Lucius caressed her cheeks and gave a quick yet deep kiss to her. A sign that he needed to leave her and return to his post. He needed to check the progress of the secret team he formed to uncover the Elder’s crime. Related to the corruption that unbalanced the budget for the remote and border areas. “I think I need to talk with the maids first. You know I don’t have anyone here. They are only the people I could talk to.” Selene requested him to call the maids, and Lucius agreed.

Draco was about to pounce on him when Lucian caught him from the back. " Draco stop! Are you not afraid of evoking the curses of the heavens by killing your own blood? " " Own blood? " Draco turned towards Lucian, really surprised. " Yes, blood! Don't you remember him? He is our aunt's bastard son! " Lucian frowned at the man and he went berserk. His hand morphed into a sword as he pointed it directly towards Lucian's throat. " How dare you speak of my mother in that tone! I will split open that filthy mouth of yours and pull your tongue out. "

Lucius felt his mind swirling as he tried to piece together what she was saying. "I am sorry", Lucius said. "No I am sorry, you didn't deserve the burden you were given and neither does Rey. But I can return the memories to you" "How?" Lucius asked. "I have magic powers. I'm a mage leader, a high mage for that matter. You have no idea what Ican do" Lucius looked at his mother, his eyes brimming with emotion. He had many questions but knew that he needed to be patient and listen to what she had to say.

"I have tried my best to make him understand that you are his mate, that is why he was unable to kill you that night." "How can I be for him when I am just a mere human? I know I do have an undying feeling for him, but do you think I can serve His majesty well? Look at me, mother, I am not even a lycan or werewolf like any of you, I might end up being his meal one of these days." Mrs Malfoy chuckled. "I know my son more than any one else. Despite how rude he is, he never goes too far to hurt the people around him. He knows what you are to him, he is only being hardhearted towards it."

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

In the palace's huge meeting room was the king, his officials and the elders, sitting around a huge table which had stacks of written books on them. The situation at hand was pretty serious that it had everyone, in their serious mindedness thinking about the solution to tackle with. It was a matter about the rouges that had been disturbing the peace, of both wolves and elves in the village consistently. "Are those rouges not wolves that lost their identity, and have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will?" One of the official, Lucia asked. She was an half wolf and half elf, but she had more of the elf blood running through her veins.

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

LUCIA Still 18 years ago... I woke up to a sound of something breaking. I looked to my side to find that Draco wasn’t there. I stood up and went looking for him, only to be shocked. There, standing in the living room, was the biggest daemon I had yet to see, but that’s not what shocked me. When he looked at me, I instantly knew that it was Draco. He was a daemon, and not just any daemon, the MAIN daemon; the Dark Lord.

Before I could say a word, the cloaked man quickly laid hold on Ira, baring his claws and holding her dangerously by the neck. "Lucius Valtor," he hissed, eyes flickering between I and Lucius. "And my dearest little impulsive brother," he mocked. "Dexter Draco Royale, isn't it?" "Who are you?" I seethed, taking careful steps towards him as I thought on my next point of action. "Don't even think about it," he snapped, noting my deathly intent with warning eyes. "I will kill her before you know what's happening." "Let her go," Lucius griped, his tone reflecting his brooding anger. "Let her go, and I just might consider letting you live."

“Didn’t think you knew how to use a phone unless it involved detonating someone’s career." Zayn didn’t respond and as always, Julius expected that reaction. “Right,” Julius sighed. “Go ahead. Who are we stalking today?” “A boy.” Zayn’s voice was cool. “Name’s Lucien. He left my mansion this morning. I want to know where exactly he is and what location he breathes on.” “Sounds like someone got under your skin,” Julius muttered, already typing. “And here I thought you were emotionally bulletproof.” “I’m not calling for your commentary.”